Iris James 秋 Zoë Washburne (someslink) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-08-21 14:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | iris james, mike richards |
Who. Iris James and Mike Richards
What. The reincarnates of Zoë and Mal are looking for a fight, as usual
Where. St. Louis, Missouri
When. Tuesday night, August 21st 2012
Warnings. Violence, violence and more violence
It was just your average Tuesday night in a small town bar in the middle of St. Louis, Missouri. All the colorful local folk were out and about, the bar's regulars causing their usual scene up front. Some people were playing pool in the back while others were dancing to the juke box in the corner and the people out of their business suits now were all getting drunk and talking trash. All in all, it was like some really cliche picture out of a gorram Southern chick flick, or a really cutesy old Western. Most of the people there were looking to unwind after a hard day's work, some of them very clearly looking for a hook up, but there were at least two people there that night that weren't there looking for a drink or a good time.
Those two people would be Mike and Iris. The two had shown up there an hour ago, getting beers and immediately sitting down in the corner where they wouldn't be bothered but they were still in plain view of the whole place in case they wanted to people watch. Iris wasn't much of a people watcher, but Mike seemed on a mission, and who was she to stop him? He was still the captain after all, even if they were still short one ship. Besides, this place could use a little outsider attention considering the asshole senator that was known to frequent the area, and the great state of Missouri was sadly full of plenty of assholes just like him.
Todd Akin claiming in a weekend television interview that it was extremely rare for women to get pregnant from "legitimate rape" had been the highlight of the news that week, a topic that Iris herself hadn't been all too pleased about. Especially since the outcome would inevitably be a public apology and a slap on the wrist, such was the way political figures and celebrities were dealt with in this country. If you asked her, she'd just say they'd only come to this particular bar on accident, but Iris knew better, and Zoë knew Mal better. If there was one thing Mal was a sucker for, it was countering right wing politics with a fist.
"Pretty quiet night so far, sir," Iris observed from where she was leaning back in her seat before she took her last shot of tequila (beer had never really done it for her). She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and her lips twitched in a knowing smirk. They couldn't do much to Akin himself, but they sure as hell could light a fire under some of his politically incorrect citizen's belts. It was actually a relief that Mike was predictable in the same ways Mal was, it made him easier for her and Zoë to anticipate. "One might think you were just here for the music."